cape town pride

 

pride was early, we were late. late for two trains... being a bit desperate we tried hitching for 3 minutes - but we knew it's just not gonna happen. called some friends, got a lift to plumstead, changed from the car to a bus on the traffic lights and enjoyed the ride on main road (which stretches all the way from the cape through muizenberg, retreat, plumstead, etc etc to the main station in the centre of cape town). from then on we got a taxi - which here is not a cab but a small private run minibus network. picks and drops you off anywhere on it's route. honks a lot. first time was a bit scary but i've learnt to enjoy the experience since :)

 

 

 

 

there was a counter 'protest' too, consisting of two groups with two-three people each. as close to a westboro baptist church experience as i ever got! nowhere nearly as entertaining though, a bit sad and boring to be honest.

 

 

 

the sun was unbelievable, making everything even more surreal than it was. sometimes it just felt like being in an aphex twin video (windowlicker anyone?).

there was a fairly big presence of "would jesus discriminate?" folks too, unfortunately no clashes with the wannabe-westboro kru - THAT would make for quite some photos, eh?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 all in all it was pretty gay and pretty entertaining. we were thinking of being a two person black block but we couldn't find any pink material to make an anarcho-queer flag so i settled on taking pictures and drinking wine from a brown paper bag (which, like going to pride, was a first for me). after the march there was a party of sorts under the stadium - nothing special to be honest, felt like it wasn't flamboyant enough and a bit too flamboyant at the same time. i guess uniting under the flag of mainstream/pop culture will never be my cup of coffee.